shoplifting a small pin in target

there's more than one way to say i love you. fifty miles an hour down the wrong side of the road you buckle me in. spring the murder/suicide pact in fifth gear but i'm against it. drop me at the corner i'll leave the gist of me strapped right here. i promised. so you stopped. i lied like belief. you're still driving for a living but i'm more careful who i take a ride from now. in fact, i think i'll buy a car. the pin has a picture of david bowie. you remind me of his eyes. i think i washed it. it wasn't the pin i wanted. it was the market for it, pushed thru a washing machine. more than fifty ways if you're counting. one for every moment you have it. which, for some of me, is all of them. i'm thinking of taking you up on that last offer, in a less conventional way. you can have both roles. i'm gonna open the safety and poke the damn thing into an old shirt. it's got matching holes,feels like silk because it is silk. i can't afford those cheap knockoffs but i like the attempt at cool.